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Fucking.For an instant it had seemed hypothetical, as I took in the sight of the rigid shaft, watched him stroke it. His words, though, sent an electric shock through my body, and I started to struggle again. How could I want that? How could I submit to that? How could I let my master fuck me?
CHAPTER 22
Baron Gravamir
Chalondra’s sudden resistance took me rather by surprise. I had felt certain her spanking had brought her to the point where most concubines would begin to accept their erotic needs and submit, despite their very welcome blushes. Confronted by my rock-hard penis, though, the lovely girl closed her eyes and began to shake her head, twisting her shoulders at the same time as if to free herself from her mistress’ grip upon her wrists.
I had always prided myself in tempering my dominance with a certain amount of tenderness, when enjoying the pleasure girls provided to me by friends for a night or two. Now, having taken the step of purchasing my own concubine, I felt all the more strongly the importance of showing a reasonable forbearance, and even kindness, as I trained the girl to my cock.
I wished to initiate Chalondra to her sexual service in a way that reflected my compassion. I wanted, insofar as I could, to help her understand how her sexual submission, as degradingas it would seem at first, would lead to a life of happiness in my palace—or wherever the fate of the empire would take us. From the moment I had watched her face and felt her quim respond to the news that I would dress her in tiny, pretty, lacy panties, I had known that Chalondra would accompany me to the other side of the galaxy, if I ended up there.
Those panties made a pretty tangle around her thighs, below her charmingly red backside as she knelt before me. The sight aroused me so greatly that my manhood had felt like an iron bar in my hand as I had opened the vent in the front of my trousers and taken my hardness into my hand. When Chalondra began to shake her head, pulling against the grasp of my right hand on the back of her skull, I had to resist the urge simply to force her head down, to open her mouth for her and to begin fucking her face as my erection impelled me to do.
I looked over the blue-haired girl’s head at Franla, raising my eyebrows in inquiry, wondering if she had foreseen this resistance. The expression on the face of my mistress of concubines had such a serenity about it that I could tell she had seen other new fuck toys react in similar ways. The slight curl of her lips as she gazed back at me conveyed an eloquent message—that I should again trust my dominant instincts.
I smiled back as an idea occurred to me, as if in a silent meeting of minds with the wise woman. I didn’t want to have to take Chalondra over my knee again so soon after the very hard spanking I had delivered. The opposite approach, though, of soothing her between her thighs until her arousal overcame her reluctance, didn’t fit the moment: the girl had closed her eyes and shaken her head at the sight of her master’s rigid penis. Some correction was warranted.
“Put her hands on her bottom, please, Mistress Franla,” I said. “Help Wetquim remember her spanking.”
“Oh,” Chalondra whispered, even before Franla began to follow my instruction. “Oh… no…”
Then she let out a little cry, the shaking of her head increasing a bit in force as she had her hands pressed by her mistress to her poor little buttocks.
“Rub them,” I commanded, my voice coming out very sternly thanks to the urgency of my need, inflamed all the more by the sight of my innocent bed girl feeling the mingling of the soreness left by the spanking and the warm arousal that so obviously spread forward from it. “Spread them so your mistress can reward you, if you please my cock well with your mouth.”
Chalondra
I kept my eyes closed, but to my dismay, my tongue extended itself as if of its own accord. I felt it poke out from between my closed lips. I felt it lick those lips, the way I would if I thought I would soon have a piece of candy—a rare luxury on Kamnos—to suck on. At the sensation, and the realization of how it must appear to Baron Gravamir, a whine escaped my nose.
The crease that formed in my brow seemed somehow to make me clutch at my punished bottom cheeks. The sob from my chest that followed the pitiful whine somehow made me spread the little globes for Mistress Franla just as I had done in the training room. My hips jerked at the mixture of pain and pleasure, of terrible degradation and urgent arousal.
“Now open your eyes,” said his lordship’s voice. “It’s time for you to become accustomed to having your master’s penis in your mouth.”
I swallowed hard, realizing to my dismay that the mortifying licking of my lips had an echo just as shameful in the way my mouth had begun to water.
“Penis?” I whispered, and I opened my eyes, as if the way the baron had spoken hadn’t made it perfectly clear thatpenissimply represented another way to saycock. Just as Kamnian girls saidpussyto meanvagina, and Vionians it seemed saidquim,andcunny,and evencunt, there must be many words for the part of a man’s body he used for fucking. I felt my face blaze with new heat at how it felt to utter the word and at the same time to look at the long, rigid thing in my master’s hand. I told myself the syllables were just syllables, but they seemed nevertheless to take on a sort of hot significance, as if by saying them I had done something naughty. Behind me, in accord with some dark instinct, I squeezed my spanked bottom cheeks, as if I had to chastise myself for saying a bad word.
“Your master has a very beautiful penis, doesn’t he, Wetquim?” Mistress Franla asked from behind me. “You must tell him so, and then ask if you may take it into your mouth.”
I let out another little whine, my mouth turning down in a frown of woeful refusal that I knew must look like the expression of a spoiled, petulant child. I looked down at the baron’s cock, at the way it moved in his lordship’s grip as he stroked his hand along its length.
At the thought that he meant to put it inside me, a shudder of anxiety went through my whole body—not just in my mouth, where it seemed I might be able to fit the head of it at least, asshameful and servile as that prospect seemed. No, my master had told me precisely what he intended… what I knew in my distant logical mind I could not escape. The rigid penis in his hand would enter me everywhere: he would fuck every place on my body where he could put his enormous cock and find the pleasurable satisfaction it seemed men, too, could enjoy from the body of another.
That idea—of the way it seemed a certain kind of friction produced irresistible arousal and overwhelming pleasure for both bed girls and their masters—found reinforcement, then, abruptly. I felt my mistress’ hand between my thighs, her fingers on my smooth pussy lips, very slick with my wanton need, her thumb on the tiny aperture of my anus. I cried out, my hips bucking instantly, riding, trying desperately to find as much pleasure as I could from the skillful but very light touch of Mistress Franla’s hand.
I thought I saw that my master’s hand quickened its rhythm, then, on his erect penis, as if the sight of my need made his own more urgent. That thought—somehow both unwelcome and very welcome indeed—made me swallow again, even harder. Suddenly the notion of providing myself some of the pleasure and the arousal the baron clearly felt at the prospect of fucking me gained a strange power in my mind and my heart. I felt my eyes widen as I realized that a part of me had started to want to take the cock into my mouth, as alarming and degrading as it seemed. Wouldn’t a spirited girl, a voice inside my head whispered, be adventurous like that? Wouldn’t she be ready to do something so naughty?
A nobleman had bought me. He had purchased me for the express purpose of fucking me as he chose. He had dressed me in lovely, tiny panties in order to make me appear even morefuckable in his eyes. He had taken down the panties and spanked me so, so hard, and then he had commanded me to hold my punished bottom and spread the cheeks. I understood suddenly that I could see his desire for me, his new fuck toy, in the sheer hardness of his cock and in the emphatic way he pumped it as he watched me move my wet, needy quim atop my mistress’ caressing hand.
He liked to watch me receive forbidden pleasure. He liked to watch me submit to the satisfaction of my dark, wayward needs. Shouldn’t I like to give him pleasure, too? I looked down at the huge, throbbing shaft, and I felt a new blush as I licked my lips again. I let out a long, keening whimper of arousal as I moved my pussy with as much pressure as I could, still finding Mistress Franla’s hand too light in its touch to bring me anywhere close to release.
Then I cried out in pitiful frustration, because my mistress had taken away the hand entirely.
“Mistress Franla told you what you must do, didn’t she, Wetquim?” my master asked. His deep voice seemed to rumble through his lower body, the vibrations moving even the reddened head of his cock as I gazed down at it, fascinated despite myself.
I tried to cast my mind back: everything seemed completely jumbled, all their words thrown together in a hot red fog.
“I…” I began, and then I remembered, with yet another hot wave of blood to my cheeks—and an even greater throbbing between my legs. I felt my hips jerk as if to call back the lost caress of my mistress’ fondling hand. “Y-your… your penis, master…”
